his latest rapturous exclamations, with face beaming with smiles as if
in full view of the Celestial City, was, "Heaven through Christ."

* * * * *

THE INDIANS.

* * * * *

A JANUARY TRIP.

BY REV. JAMES F. CROSS.

_Missionary among the Indians in Dakota._


On the 8th of January, I started from home at the Agency to visit
Northfield and Park Street Church Stations. A snow, heavy for this
region, had fallen, and I thought a sled would run easier than a buggy,
so I made a sled. I had counted on the road being broken, as fifty
wagons had gone over it only a day or two before. Here was my first
difficulty. Only a few hours before I started a heavy wind arose and
filled up every track. So for every step of the thirty miles I had to
break a new road. Most of the way it was knee deep, and in some places
it was entirely impassable and it was necessary to go half a mile or
even a mile to cross a ravine forty feet wide. In one place where the
road seemed plain, the snow was particularly deep. The crust was just
thick enough to hold a horse until he began to pull. Then down he would
go. Finally one horse could not reach the ground and rolled over on his
side, and left me not yet halfway up the hill. I unhitched the horses,